A Nod and a Wink

As I wandered the aisles of PriceChopper yesterday afternoon I almost crashed into a beautifully tanned and youthful 70ish woman. I quickly moved my cart to the right, smiled and begged her pardon. She also smiled and then winked. I immediately got a great chill down my spine. I don't have many of what used to be called "pet peeves" but, winks are one of them (awk., I know) I remain in my belief that winks should only be delivered by grandfathers and their non-perv male siblings. A wink from anyone else seems at best too familiar and in the least creepy. It's as if I have a secret, perhaps a naughty secret with the winker. To use the vernacular complete with head nod, yeah, you know waz up, seems to be the implication. No, I don't know what's up! I never saw that woman in the market before in my life so, why was she winking? Again with the vernacular, you don't know me... Anyway, I'm going to go and make myself an adult beverage, ;D, ;D